Gary Bryson

Forgotten Paths Of Yore - Poem by Gary Bryson

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Oft I wandered in my mind, Through memories green like summertime.Traveling forgotten paths of yore, To places that I’ve been before.To cities bright, to country roads, To every place I use to know.My highways turn to dusty paths, that thread and weave into my past.I ponder stops along the way, To visit friends of yesterday.Reliving sights and sound and song, This journey of my life so long.Till journey’s end now seems my fate, I now return to present date.And look ahead to what’s in store, And leave forgotten paths of yore.